let me start it off by sayin, ya slow as hell-theirs no delayin-ya must of had-brain cell replacements...
ya dun't wanna face this, i'll leave ya faceless-the truth of this freestyle-is i hate cut and paste kids..
stuck in by hatred, con's not goin sour-dun't matta how many periods ya have-ya'll still neva flow with power...
needa grow like a flower, and gett off the comp-ya not impressin anyone-i'll step on-ya best on the block...
leave ya rest in ya spot, ya nuthin but dead meat-hittin me with my own keyboard-ya still culdn't get my text beat...
what's next, i'm slappin ya till ya neck spins-like a west wind-how the fuck can u be nineteen-ya were born in seventy seven...(check his profile)
betta heed heaven, but son ya goin to hell-the only way ya'll catch fire-is with a glowin intel..(processor)
ya soft as gel, but still u wear the shit-i'm fast with clips-so fly ya gotta look at the sky-to catch my drift...
i dun't rep wins, zainy's lookin the same-i'm bustin ya frame-i'ma move up-but ya'll just add an 0-3 to ya name..
zainy's insane, but i'm the one that challenged-dun't care bout ya thoughts as a hole-ya betta try ya luck with faggots...

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